Andre stood half a step behind him, noticing Duke's naturally unfriendly gaze, but with Audric present, he said nothing.
Duke stood still, without speaking.
Audric turned around, his pale golden vertical pupils staring at Duke, with no anger, no hostility, only a deeper emotion.
Like a beast cornered, reassessing its prey.
"Duke." His voice was steady, without fluctuation.
"Audric." Duke's tone was equally calm.
The two stared at each other for a few moments, the bushes beside the path occasionally chirping with insects, while distant corridors occasionally had students passing by, but upon seeing Audric, they would detour widely, fearing trouble.
The news of Audric losing to Duke in the mausoleum had already spread, and Duke had become an increasingly mysterious figure in the eyes of everyone.
No one knew how this young wizard from Black Sail defeated Audric, who possessed the Golden Dragon bloodline.
